Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.